He came nearer. He was dressed in pyjamas and he sat on the edge of the bed and played with her soft white hands and suddenly he kissed her fiercely.
At that instant a stone whizzed through the bedroom.
They both started, looked up, and in a moment were both standing in the middle of the room.
“Who threw that?” she asked.
“One of the boys, perhaps,” he said: “René or Ricus, playing about outside.”
“They aren’t up yet.”
“Or something may have fallen from above....”
“But it was thrown....”
“A stone so often gets loose....”
“But this is gravel.”